Remembering the Gray Snow Record at the End of the Year

After searching every corner, there was not a single copper coin left. Amnesia destroyed many things, including my memory of my family's downfall. After order was restored, I went through all the account books at home. Unfortunately, every line of text in the account books explained the facts to me, and I had to give up the idea that there was still a sum of money somewhere in the house. Fortunately, I found a job polishing the manuscript of a crappy novel in an old warehouse filled with antiques and documents from nowhere. This salary plus other fragmentary income can at least ensure that our family will not starve to death. The initial revision was not difficult, so I spent the first few months trying my best and being confused. This is the story I wrote, the reality we are experiencing. May everyone in my story be well, except the bad guys.